MonicaPiece5

She felt a familiar presence before she actually saw it. The sky was pulsing, and Juliet knew they were in for another visit; however, Tristan had already pulled out his camera and had begun taping the Mexican sky. “It must be the Diablo Jet Stream! I bet The Weather Channel will cough up serious cash for this footage!” he yelled against the now swirling wind. Juliet backed up to the old gas station’s windowed wall. She knew she and Tristan were trapped; they were coming again. “Tristan,you need to leave…..now!” she hollered “No way, I saw that The Weather Ch….” he began before she interrupted. “Forget The Weather Channel!” she screamed as the dirt began to choke away her breath. Tristan suddenly registered the fear in her tone and turned away from the glowing swirl of light and dust. Upon seeing her face he ran aimlessly down the dirt road. As she watched his figure disappear over the horizon Juliet turned toward the huge craft and spoke directly to the emerging figure. “The target is in position. Prepare to hunt.” Then the alien fixed his glittering eyes on Tristan’s path and followed Juliet’s pointing finger.
 * Know your Enemy**

Rachel-Oooooh, she's so evil! I love it! :) I am curious to know the relationship Juliet has with the alien. Is she one herself? Has she made an "arrangement" where her safety is ensured by providing hapless victims on a silver platter? I hope you continue this story so I can understand who Juliet really is.

Meg - Yes, yes, we want more, and yet, the craft of this piece is that you succinctly told all we need to know whilst creating a dark and forboding sense of doom in a few words. Well done!